"Oui, Monsieur!"
Here I am at a quirky, old restaurant in the seventh arrondisement (I think, called Le Breteuil), with Mark, Emily, and Chantal, wondering whether the waiter really just offered to serve me his grandmother, sliced, on toast.
"Oui, Monsieur!"
stop with the close ups from paris...
Dan at January 17, 2005 10:36 AM
I prefer my grandmothers fricasseed, but that's just me.
Alan at January 17, 2005 3:43 PM
Paris is really the Land of Orange this season! It's like the whole city changed its color scheme to match your outfit! Ooh la la!
Lena a l'orange at January 17, 2005 4:26 PM
If the French cooked grandmothers, you can bet it'd be good.
Todd Fletcher at January 17, 2005 4:43 PM
Apropos, as Grams was such a saucy woman.
Doug Mason at January 17, 2005 5:03 PM
If the French did cook grandmothers, I'd have one, au poivre.
Amy Alkon at January 17, 2005 8:27 PM
Mmmmmm... peppery Grams!
Doug Mason at January 17, 2005 11:28 PM
Hi Amy! I miss you! Wonderful dinner at Primitivo tonight! And lunch at Orris! Almost as good as Paris! Come home! I'll take you out to eat!
Lena at January 18, 2005 5:22 AM
Awwww...dinner at Orris might just help me recover from the food shock upon my return.
Amy Alkon at January 18, 2005 7:15 AM